In this dream of normality, where everything seems a mask

In this dream of normality, where everything seems a mask, an illusion surrounding us, I lose myself in thoughts, like a river flowing without direction through the fog that separates us. Normality, a social construct, an impossible ideal to reach, A story told by those who do not dare to ask "who am I" and "what do I feel." In the innocence often seen as madness, we find hidden truths, For those considered outsiders show us how to live, how to love without fear, without excuses. Normal people, those who live without questions, without deep introspection, Are like shadows in a world that refuses to see depth, complexity, and beauty. There is a contrast between the simplicity of life and the inner conflicts that gnaw at us, For living without questions is a peaceful path, but one lacking the light that can guide us. People caught in the daily routine avoid the depths of life, But perhaps they too, in their silence, seek salvation in the calm of eternity. Normality is not an ideal, but an ambiguous and random state, Sometimes associated with mediocrity, other times with a form of illusory survival. Perhaps it is in the challenges and contradictions of life that we find the true essence, For in the courage to face the unknown lies light and presence.